Music

Music fills every day of my life. From progressive metal to americana, from roots reggae to minimal. To let my brains run loose, I love to play the bass – the philosopher and poet of all instruments.

I recently joined the descendants of a notorious Mexican family of entertainers, called The Mariños. We play instrumental surf-garage (guitar porn).

I also play some basslines on the recordings of a lofi punk/garage band called WE ARE JOINERS. I met songwriter Kevin at a kids’ party where both our daughters were playing. In times of Covid-19, we ended up recording thrashy, melodic songs in his garage, next to the trampoline.

 

In the past 10 years, I played bass in the 10-headed band The Scattered Lights a.k.a. The Skat-a-likes. Our set consisted of original ska jazz sorchers, Jamaican originals, mixing ska, rocksteady, reggae and dub. Turn your speakers at 10 and check out some live performances on Youtube.

I love the bass, grooving in-between melody and rhythm, finding the minimal lick that binds both.  Or as Jaimaican’s dub-poet Linton Kwesi Johnson describes:

All tensed up
In the bubble and the bounce
An the leap an the weight-drop
It is the beat of the heart
This pulsing of blood
That is a bubblin’ bass

Linton Kwesi Johnson, Bass Culture (1980)

Occasionally, I also put up some tunes as DJ. If you have a theme-based party, I happily join with a relevant, genre surpassing DJ-set!